“So anyone else see the irony of a Jew, a Black Man, and a Juvenile Delinquent saving the world?” Darwin gave his comrades a smirk.
“Who you calling Juvenile?” Alex hit him on the shoulder. “War ages you man.”
“Unfortunately it does.” Erik looked at the two men, then turn towards Azazel. “I need you to get people out of the way, they will fight you, but win them over with your charming personality.”
“Da.” He let out the Russian accent, smirking slightly.
“You are such an asshole.” Erik laughed openly, soon the others joined in. He sobered, and looked at them. “Don’t get dead.”
“For the sake of all humanity, you either.” Alex patted him on the shoulder. “It’s time to show the world The Professors’ X-Men. By the way, why aren’t we taking the jet?”
“Because we don’t want the government to know that we have better tech than they do,” Erik answered easily. “Azazel get us to the baseball park, no I’m not going to rip it out.”
He gave his friend a look. “Talk about scaring the natives.”
“Well it would’ve looked awesome, using America’s past time to trap the humans and sentinels together.” He knew showmanship, Mystique still had a few things to learn if she was going to be over the top and absurd. “But I promised Charles not to do too much damage.”
“So whipped.” Azazel’s tale wrapped around his wrist, then reached out to the other two and they disappeared.